Thank you for the back road to Alto Boquete

It was 6.40pm on a Thursday after the rains, and a landslide had closed my usual road to Alto Boquete. I had no idea what to do. The taxi driver turned off onto a back road I did not know existed, past a coffee farm, and charged me the regular fare. On the way he pointed at a tree and said, quetzal, sometimes at six. We saw none. He said, tomorrow. I have been back at six on four mornings. I have seen a great many leaves. I will keep going. I trust the driver.